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I've been to a minor place
and I can say I like its face
if I am gone and with no trace
I will be in a minor place
well I put the shoes in line
separate the women mine
as we do what we do fine
so victorious, so benign
chorus
only take the weather warm
and the job that does me harm
the scars of last year's storm
rest like maggots on my arm
chorus
thank you man if for the thought
that all my loving can be bought
was wisely in your gullet caught
before my loyalty you sought
chorus
o it's not a desert nor a web
nor a tomb where I lay dead
minor in a sound alone
yes a clear commanding tone
singing from my little point
and aching in my every joint
I thank the world it will anoint me
if I show it how I hold it
and I can say I like its face
if I am gone and with no trace
I will be in a minor place
well I put the shoes in line
separate the women mine
as we do what we do fine
so victorious, so benign
chorus
only take the weather warm
and the job that does me harm
the scars of last year's storm
rest like maggots on my arm
chorus
thank you man if for the thought
that all my loving can be bought
was wisely in your gullet caught
before my loyalty you sought
chorus
o it's not a desert nor a web
nor a tomb where I lay dead
minor in a sound alone
yes a clear commanding tone
singing from my little point
and aching in my every joint
I thank the world it will anoint me
if I show it how I hold it
Lyrics submitted by cardamom
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"In addition to my numerous other acquaintances I have still one more intimate friend — my melancholy. In the midst of pleasure, in the midst of work, she beckons to me, calls me aside, even though I remain present bodily. My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had — no wonder that I return the love!"
The first few lines seem to say that the narrator has been to a low place in life, but he understands what the feeling is for and its importance to his life- perhaps even to the point where he loves his intimate friend.
I've been to a minor place
and I can say I like its face
if I am gone and with no trace
I will be in a minor place
In the final stanzas of the song he seems to say that a minor, or low place, in life is not the end, nor is it a barren place like a desert- it's really what you make of it. It's minor in sound/feeling alone, and it has a commanding tone to it that drives him to make art despite the pain.
o it's not a desert nor a web
nor a tomb where I lay dead
minor in a sound alone
yes a clear commanding tone
singing from my little point
and aching in my every joint
I thank the world it will anoint me
if I show it how I hold it
It's still fantastic. The echo-y piano parts are pretty great.